| Pullin out garages, broads, and credit cards
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| Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds
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| We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin
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| Bitches like, «Ayy, let’s get it on»
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| (Let's get it on, ow baby)
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| (Let's get it)
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| Joe Crack been slippin' the feds since the 80's
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| Movin' that white boy, yeah, that’s Slim Shady
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| Pushin' that D like Terry Flannery
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| Uncle Drew with the rock, they couldn’t handle me
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| You niggas buyin' Dapper Dan out the Gucci store
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| I was in Harlem drippin' dap, servin' Pookie raw
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| Cold case unit want smoke, they tryna find leakers
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| Only cold case I know holdin' time pieces
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| Now that’s a milli on a wrist
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| The only chains that matter is the rock piece and this
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| TS logo diamonds drippin' on the Fashion Nova
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| They like, «Fuck, these niggas ain’t going never be over»
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| Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards
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| Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds
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| We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin
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| Bitches like «Ayy, let’s get it on»
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| Let’s get it on, ow baby
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| (Woo)
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| (This is, yeah)
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| Let’s get it
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| Look, I’m still bumpin' Mike Jack Thriller (Still)
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| I put that on the gang and the man in my mirror (Talk to 'em)
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| I would never land of the side of foul niggas
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| Where I’m from if they think that you rattin', they might kill ya
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| Rappers do time, come home, then sound different
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| When them feds be them niggas ghostwritin' they life sentence
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| It’s D-R-E, I fuck models and roll with mobsters
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| And I cook up beats like a Doc, straight outta Compton, nig
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| Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards
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| Crushin' bottle bitches, divas, and ghetto stars
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| We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin
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| Bitches like, «Ayy, let’s get it on»
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| Let’s get it on, ow baby
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| Let’s love, baby
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| Let’s get it
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| I’m with several incredible bitches that’s ready to do what I tell them to do
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| and that includes even beheading you
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| I never knew how much you never knew of what you never knew
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| I’m from the jungle not the pettin' zoo and you look edible
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| Silence on the Glock, 'cause I’m just tryna to hold the noise
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| You can hear a pin drop without hearin' the bowling balls
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| And the truth is hard to swallow, but not for my hoe at all
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| Oh my gosh, she bought me flowers, I’m about to smoke 'em all (Woo)
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| Never had a white girl fetish, like my bitch kinda reddish
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| With that white girl credit
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| White sand by a kilo like a white pearl desert
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| Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka
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| Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards
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| Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds
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| (We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin)
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| Bitches like, «Ayy, let’s get it on» |